Well that’s bullshit, it’s all white.
why did I even reblog this? It’s just a white screen with “Tilt Back Your Screen” written on it.
Lame. I damn well about sat on the floor and it’s still blank. 0/10 Bro
Yeah no I don’t get it
At first I thought I saw something, but it was just a smudge on my laptop screen. <:/
I legit see an alien thing. 0n0;;
God damn i need to clean my computer screen!
…WHy do I have tally marks on my arm?
Tally marks and a smudged screen…this is weird.
Forever cursing the fact that Pokemon Emerald lacks accented characters for my Teen Titans reference to work. XD
THEY DON’T GET ALONG. OMG.
How’s my heart?
but it breathes alongside your lungs.
An odd partnership, love, but
at least you’re breathing.
You better run
inhale: beat: exhale: double beat.
exhale: double beat: inhale: beat.
Don’t forget to breathe.
- hate ourselves in one respect or another, I suppose; I with my scars, and she with her eyes.
- need to take some time off, y’know? To relax. Take it slow, pal. It sure ain’t been easy for any of us, but by God, if we get our energy back and stick together we can pull through! -
- us three, will ride.
- need it. Don’t pretend that you, at least, don’t. It’s your lips that give you away - soft, and slightly moistened, and hanging ever-so-slightly open, with the head slightly askew.
- disagree about what to do with the boy.
this world is not for me;
i drift in and out
not quite there
not quite anywhere
this world is not for me;
it’s too powerful
too strong, too hard
a rock-face beaten down
by years of raging sea
“this world is not for me”
a single step
in the ocean
the screaming of wind
Submission by tiffo-the-hippo. It’s contributions like this that keep this blog going - thanks!
It’s late. Two in the morning late. We’re on the couch, watching How I Met Your Mother. You’re in basketball shorts and a shirt, I’m in sweats. Your arm is around me, and I lean my head comfortably into the space between your neck and shoulder. We’re lying comfortably along the contours of the couch, and chuckling at the Bro Code that showed up on the screen. As a commercial starts, I begin to zone out.
Statistics say that this relationship won’t last. Who knows? Maybe statistics are right. We are quite young. Sure we can be reckless. And yeah, we fight. But for now, let’s just forget what statistics say. For now, let’s try to grow old together; oh what the hell, let’s just try to be together.
And I’m wondering. I’m wondering if you’ll still hold my hand through all the rough times, if you’ll still be here. If you’ll still be my world, my being, my other half. If you’ll truly be mine, and love me, “until death do us part.” And I wonder if we’ll be good and supportive parents for our beautiful children; if we’ll give them good books to read, piggyback rides, homework help, and enough laughs and wisdom to last them lifetimes. I wonder if we’ll see our grandchildren grow up, too. Will we grow old, raisiny, and wizened together, and still be in love like how we are now?
You nudge me awake and from my thoughts, you return me to the real world. You smile at me. “Do you wanna go to bed?” you ask. I return the smile sleepily and take your hand in mine, enjoying the feeling of our fingers intertwining. “Just…just stay with me, okay?” You nod and pull me closer to you, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead. And I know, deep down, you want me to stay with you, too.
climbing up ladders only to
to the ground -
breaking a mirror
and my mothers back